"Tyrel. I was not expecting to see you anywhere near Tonnar, for what, the
rest of your life? What brings you back?" came a deep, masculine voice.
"Master, I am so sorry. That listern trash of Emelis, Avery, provoked me into slapping her. All the guards were coming after me, and the Queen called out saying that I was no longer accepted as Ambassador, as I openly threatened her subjects. I had to go somewhere. and 'make sure that you have a new Ambassador at Court'," Tyrel said, and started to shiver in apprehension. His Master, who was sitting shrouded in the shadows, raised his arm into the light, and sent waves of blood-red Mage-Fire at him. Tyrel's limp body flew backwards and slammed against the wall, where he slumped down, barely conscious.
"I am quite disappointed in your behavior," he admonished stiffly. "You would have had your chance. We discussed this. When the final plan goes through, you would have had your chance to get your hands on her. But, there still is a chance," the Mage said.
"There is someone new in the picture," Tyrel exclaimed, panting.
"Speak," he demanded, as he got up and walked into the light. The man was extremely tall, with long black hair. His slender face was inhumanly beautiful, except for his right cheek. It was marred with a scar that ran from his eyebrow, across his eyelid, to the middle of his pale cheek. Tyrel, shaking, looked up into his Master's eyes, but quickly turned his face. The man's eyes were as crimson as his Mage-Fire.
"We knew that the boy, Damon, would have some type of play in this, but the Mage Keren has taken a new apprentice. I foresee that she will change the course of events, but everything is blurry," he squeaked.
"Fool. You Foresee something, and you didn't tell me?" he screeched, and with his magic, he surrounded Tyrel in the flames, and yanked him upright. "This could affect the plan. Who is this girl? Where is she from?"
"Master Aidan, please. She is newly come to Brighton, I couldn't notify you," he whimpered. "She is called Alder of Callista. She is an aspiring mage. Her magic is overwhelming. The future no longer looks as clear. Everything has gone blurry, though we may yet win the game," he quickly amended to avoid Aidan's wrath.
"Good. Then we shall proceed with the Plan. Sooner than we had expected. With your. how shall we say. accident at Court, we must get it over with as soon as possible. Emelis shall soon be ours, and then we will have enough of an army to attack. Our new Alliance with Daria should come to good use."
"'Dearest Avery, I regret to inform you that our father is ill. It is fatal. He requests for you to visit him in Emelis. He says that you are welcome to bring Keren and her other apprentices. We need a mage, or mages, to help use with defense. Love, Johan.' Oh my gods. My dad is dying," Avery whimpered after reading a letter aloud.
"I am so sorry, Avery. We'll all go to Emelis, if you want," Keren whispered, as a silent tear ran down Avery's check.
"Yes, please. Thank you, Keren."
"Then we leave in the morning. Damon- send a message to Kat. We'll need to have the horses saddled early tomorrow."
Avery got up, and turned to leave. Alder followed Avery into her room. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly.
"I will be," Avery said, choking on a sob. Alder's heart wrenched, and she enveloped Avery in a massive hug. Avery stopped holding back, and sobbed herself into exhaustion in Alder's arms. Alder picked up Avery's limp form and struggled over to her bed. She placed Avery into it, and tucked her in. Already Avery was falling into her slumber. Her tearstained face and creased forehead relaxed, and she was asleep. On an impulse, Alder kissed Avery's forehead, and as she walked out of the room, whispered, "Sleep well."
"Master, I am so sorry. That listern trash of Emelis, Avery, provoked me into slapping her. All the guards were coming after me, and the Queen called out saying that I was no longer accepted as Ambassador, as I openly threatened her subjects. I had to go somewhere. and 'make sure that you have a new Ambassador at Court'," Tyrel said, and started to shiver in apprehension. His Master, who was sitting shrouded in the shadows, raised his arm into the light, and sent waves of blood-red Mage-Fire at him. Tyrel's limp body flew backwards and slammed against the wall, where he slumped down, barely conscious.
"I am quite disappointed in your behavior," he admonished stiffly. "You would have had your chance. We discussed this. When the final plan goes through, you would have had your chance to get your hands on her. But, there still is a chance," the Mage said.
"There is someone new in the picture," Tyrel exclaimed, panting.
"Speak," he demanded, as he got up and walked into the light. The man was extremely tall, with long black hair. His slender face was inhumanly beautiful, except for his right cheek. It was marred with a scar that ran from his eyebrow, across his eyelid, to the middle of his pale cheek. Tyrel, shaking, looked up into his Master's eyes, but quickly turned his face. The man's eyes were as crimson as his Mage-Fire.
"We knew that the boy, Damon, would have some type of play in this, but the Mage Keren has taken a new apprentice. I foresee that she will change the course of events, but everything is blurry," he squeaked.
"Fool. You Foresee something, and you didn't tell me?" he screeched, and with his magic, he surrounded Tyrel in the flames, and yanked him upright. "This could affect the plan. Who is this girl? Where is she from?"
"Master Aidan, please. She is newly come to Brighton, I couldn't notify you," he whimpered. "She is called Alder of Callista. She is an aspiring mage. Her magic is overwhelming. The future no longer looks as clear. Everything has gone blurry, though we may yet win the game," he quickly amended to avoid Aidan's wrath.
"Good. Then we shall proceed with the Plan. Sooner than we had expected. With your. how shall we say. accident at Court, we must get it over with as soon as possible. Emelis shall soon be ours, and then we will have enough of an army to attack. Our new Alliance with Daria should come to good use."
"'Dearest Avery, I regret to inform you that our father is ill. It is fatal. He requests for you to visit him in Emelis. He says that you are welcome to bring Keren and her other apprentices. We need a mage, or mages, to help use with defense. Love, Johan.' Oh my gods. My dad is dying," Avery whimpered after reading a letter aloud.
"I am so sorry, Avery. We'll all go to Emelis, if you want," Keren whispered, as a silent tear ran down Avery's check.
"Yes, please. Thank you, Keren."
"Then we leave in the morning. Damon- send a message to Kat. We'll need to have the horses saddled early tomorrow."
Avery got up, and turned to leave. Alder followed Avery into her room. "Are you okay?" she asked quietly.
"I will be," Avery said, choking on a sob. Alder's heart wrenched, and she enveloped Avery in a massive hug. Avery stopped holding back, and sobbed herself into exhaustion in Alder's arms. Alder picked up Avery's limp form and struggled over to her bed. She placed Avery into it, and tucked her in. Already Avery was falling into her slumber. Her tearstained face and creased forehead relaxed, and she was asleep. On an impulse, Alder kissed Avery's forehead, and as she walked out of the room, whispered, "Sleep well."